Poverty

Poverty

A little child waits without an evening meal  
The smiles of street children fade into distance  
Worn clothes lie piled, unable to meet the earth  
Sorrows soaked in tears speak through silence  

Hands stretch out, begging for a morsel of food  
The wind waited for all year turns empty  
Homes gasp under the weight of hardship  
Living without words, untouched by light  

Drops of river water turn into distant dreams  
Even the cool summer breeze brings no comfort  
In cold nights, hunger keeps its rhythm alive  
Poverty marks the heart, impossible to forget

GR kaviyoor 
08 01 2026
(Canada, Toronto)

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